The Repeated History of the Heroes

*Throws Glitter on Broken Nose*

               Andy had no idea what time it was when he finally fell asleep, lights out was at nine forty-five.  He was actually tired after all the running around yesterday but the floor was hard and the room was crowded.  The fan squeaked like an old dog toy as it spun and when he looked up he could see it swing slightly on it's hinges.  He may have been able to sleep if one thought wasn't keeping him up, who is my mother, he wondered helplessly.  Andy wasn't one to worry about that type of thing, he would question it with Maddie to humor her but he had never wanted to know until now.  There were so many options but none of them really spoke to him, no of them called his name.  It almost felt like she didn't care, he had never cared if she did until now when he actually thought about it.  It wasn't hidden in the back of his head and all of his doubt and questions had been unearthed.  His brain was a grave yard in a zombie apocalypse almost every thought frightened him, all of the them were old ones, ones that had been buried as a child deep down.  His reality brought back everything he had tried to forget, his dad most definitely wouldn't have approved.  His dad never approved, he had one parent he should be grateful.

           The morning came far too soon it felt like he had only slept for five minutes.  He was given  an orange Camp Half Blood shirt to wear.  Maddie was also given one, but she refused to wear orange.  Something about how it didn't work with her skin tone, but he didn't really get it.  Getting ready to go to breakfast was overly difficult, the Hermes cabin had no room to move.  Devin said that it was that time of year, a ton of kids hadn't been claimed yet and they were all here.  They wouldn't be claimed until they did something to get their parents attention, it was the favorites who got claimed.  You were claimed when you got to camp if your parent was feeling nice or noticed you, other than that it was the Hermes cabin.  The longer Andy spent in the Hermes cabin, the more he began to understand Devin's frustrations. 

        "It's really not that hard" Issac spoke clearly exasperated, after breakfast he had been sent back to the armory to find a good weapon.  Andy hadn't made much progress, all he had found were weapons that defiantly wouldn't work.  Issac had made a list of them, it was in alphabetical order, that showed about how long he had been failing for.

        "It really is that hard" Andy responded picking up a bronze sword, he liked it.  It looked cool and had a nice feel to it.  

        "Wanna try that one out?" he asked him gesturing to the sword, Andy swung the sword and almost beheaded himself.  Issac backed up, "Your uh, form is very off", Issac was sugar coating it, his words had more sugar coating than the inside of an old jar of honey.  He didn't think it was physically possible to mess up quite as bad as Andy had and his patience was running thinner by the minute.  It really isn't that hard, oh my gods please try to take longer, I think this is making a camp wide record or something.  "Maybe swords just aren't for you"

       "Yeah, you don't think I could learn?" Andy asked, he just wanted to be done but nothing felt right.  Last night when weapons had come up Zoe had said something about a click, if you had the right you would feel it.

      "Uh well you" Issac hesitated, all demigods needed a weapon in case of emergency, they didn't need to necessarily use it but if camp was attacked tomorrow then all of them would need a weapon that they could at least hit their target with.  "You really need one that works for you" he explained.

       "Ugh okay" he said and continued to, well fail.  Knife? No.  Dagger? Nope.  Flame thrower? No, no, never, he almost lost his eyebrows.  Spear? Never again.  Nothing was working, he thought he had tried everything.

        Not far away from them normal training was going on, swords were clinking against each other, arrows were whizzing throw the air, kids were training in hand to hand combat, some kids were even judo flipping others.  Zoe and Paris were sparing while Nathan threw knifes at a target.  The sun was shining down on them making Paris' hair glow golden, it glistened against her celestial bronze sword.  Zoe's sword clashed against her's, it was slightly less delicate, moving in a different style.  The two of them had fought each other for practice for four years, they knew each others favorite moves so well they could almost predict what the other would do next.  At this point they didn't even use practice swords when fighting, it was better to practice with their real weapons and they wouldn't hit each other anyway.